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New Kids

POV of Josh Newton

I couldn't believe my eyes. Was I dreaming? I had to be dreaming. No one that hot existed!

I stared at the seven new kids as they got out of their cars. Or, more specifically, the four supermodel hotties. I'd have preferred if the three guys weren't with them, but they were probably only brothers.

I hoped they weren't the very defensive type of brothers. I didn't think I'd be able to take that big guy with dark curly hair; way too built. The blonde one? Nah, I could take him.

"He's just tall." I told myself, "No muscle… I think."

And the bronze haired one? I could take him. Totally.

I turned my attention back to the girls. Which one was the hottest?

Well, the blonde with the legs was promising. As my eyes raked over her body, she looked up at me. And I suddenly was being shot rays of death from an angel. The angel of death… "Whoa." Hot, but not interested.

I quickly turned to the next girl, before I got holes in my head.

This one had bronze, slightly curly – they looked perfect; I bet I could have stuck a pencil through any of them, and not have had it touch a single strand at all – hair that almost reached her knees!

The next contestant in my mental contest had a pixie cut that matched her size to the inch. Hmmm… Not much for the mini girls. They look so young. No figure at all. This one had some, but I still prefer voluptuous ones, like the blonde "angel of death", or the hair-past the-hips girl… or the brunette that came next.

When I saw her, I felt my jaw drop to my stomach. Blazing was the only description. I started making plans to talk to her, to ask her out, to get her as my girlfriend…

Her hair was waist-length, and kind of wavy. She was pretty short, but certainly not as short as pixie girl. She was an angel, and not of death. She was… an apparition… And… she was kissing her brother?! What the crap?!! That's… that's not right! I sucked in a breath.

As I had ogled, she had gotten out of the car, gone over to her brother, and reached up to kiss him, seemingly on the cheek, since he was looking away from her. But then, he responded by leaning down, and suddenly they were kissing like there was no tomorrow. Ugh. Where are these people from? Obviously somewhere where hot is the new ugly, and kissing siblings is no issue. I've heard about that kind of thing in Arkansas. Maybe they're from Arkansas… That's really awkward.

I tore my eyes away, and looked around for Tanner. He was by his car, two rows down from mine. He was staring in shock at the new kids. I walked over, pounding him on the back in greeting and trying to pull his attention away from the family of hotties before I joined him in staring at them again.

It didn't work, because he didn't look away from the model family as he mumbled a quick "Hello."

"Dude, we're going to be late for class." I don't think he would have listened if the siblings hadn't just disappeared into the office.

"Oh… Right… Man, did you see those girls? They were… unbelievable!" He sighed, his eyes glazing over with the memory.

"Yeah, I saw." My own thoughts started to get disjointed.

"Do you think I'll be able to get the blonde's number?" He continued as if he hadn't even heard me. He probably hadn't.

"I dunno," was all I said. I shivered, remembering the glare she'd given me. The angel of death. She certainly had her death ray down.

I shrugged and went to my first class, praying one of the new girls would be in it.

Renesmee's POV

I went over to where Dad was standing, kissing Mom gently.

I cleared my throat loudly, trying and failing to get their attention. Emmett laughed and exchanged a glance with Jasper. I ignored them, stepping closer to Dad and Mom. I put one hand on top of each theirs, barely touching their skin.

I used to have to concentrate extremely hard to be able to show my thoughts by touching something besides the face, or using something besides my palm. Now, all I had to do was have my skin come in contact with theirs. It was now easier to just show than restrain. Generally, I could control it, keep it from working on something besides the face. When it came to faces and my palms, it's unavoidable, though I'm still working on it. Other places were usually safe, but I could slip. I would really have to be careful with these humans. Now, my preferences were hands. Hands were much less noticeable than faces, and I didn't even have to think about it at all anymore, unless I was pretty tired.

Unlike the most of my family, I slept, and could get tired and eat human food, though I preferred animal blood. I mean, really. Human food isn't that good; so unappealing. Well, except for chocolate. I adore chocolate. It is the only human food I am always willing to eat over blood.

I turned my attention back to them, and replayed their kiss with just enough disapproval mixed in. Do you want to get a detention on our first day?

Dad laughed as he pulled away, and Mom smiled.

"Who are the parents here, us or you?" She raised her eyebrow at me delicately.

I rolled my eyes at her and smiled angelically. "Me, of course."

That set Emmett off again, his booming laugh drawing even more glances.

Dad smiled his crooked smile he knew Mom and I loved, then decided to quiz me again as we started toward the office.

"What's the family story?"

I grabbed his hand to show him, but said it aloud as well.

"Carlisle and Esme Cullen have adopted Jazz, Rose, you, and me. Mom, Alice and Emmett are foster children on Esme's side, who go by the name of McCarty. And Jake is Esme's adopted brother, kind of explaining why Esme has adopted so many children." I added a mental sigh with my husband's name, and Dad squeezed my hand softly.

"What do you call everyone?" Jazz threw that in as he held the office door open for us.

"Dad is Edward, Mom is Bella, and I take 'aunt' or 'uncle' off any others." Meaning Jazz, and sometimes Rose, mainly. I never called Alice or Emmett aunt or uncle. I didn't really put it on Rose or Jazz's names, either, except for occasionally. I used it when I wanted something.

Dad grinned at my last thought, and quickly said, "You never call them that. You always get what you want first." before he released my hand and went to the desk to get our schedules.

Mom looked at me, confused, so I took her hand and replayed enough of my thoughts for her to understand.

She sighed, shaking her head theatrically.

"It's true. You are the most spoiled… person I've ever met."

I looked at her knowingly, and she smiled slyly.

Just because I'm a half-vampire doesn't mean you need to let that slip when we're in a room full of humans, Momma. I mean, really! You are eighty-eight years old after all!

I looked around the office in mock fear, as if she had said 'half-vampire' instead of 'person'.

A wink was the only reply.

"Eighty-nine, actually."

"Excuse me?" I turned to Dad as he made his way back over to us.

"She's eighty-nine years old. She was nineteen before the venom had fully spread." He gave Mom a wicked grin. She was glaring at him as if she would like to leap at his throat right here and now.

That had always been a touchy matter to Mom. She had insisted that she hadn't actually turned nineteen, because she didn't want to be that much older than Dad, but everyone else said she had – well, except for Esme; she had kept out of it, and just smiled when it came up. Secretly, I agreed with Dad, but I felt sorry for Mom. No one was truly on her side, so I decided I was. Not that it really mattered. It was just Mom being silly.

I glanced over at the receptionist as we started out the door; she was ogling at Dad.

It was kind of disturbing to watch so many people fall for Mom, Dad or any of my family. At least I didn't have to listen to their thoughts. Poor Dad, having to hear random, insignificant boys daydreaming about Mom... or me, Alice, and Rose, for that matter.

"So, what are our schedules?" Alice pestered, and it was clear she was looking ahead.

"Well, Alice, I'm afraid I didn't manage to get you in any classes with Jazz. I just couldn't convince the receptionist." Dad had another wicked grin on his face. I snorted. If he had asked the receptionist to jump off a bridge, she probably would have done it.

Alice glared at him. "Edward Anthony Masen Cullen, stop teasing and tell me!" Her eyes went blank for a moment, then they cleared.

"Oh, yay! Jazzy, you have three classes with me! Thank you, Edward! Yay!" She grabbed Jasper's hands and mine and started to pull us along. I resisted a little, showing her I wanted to talk to Dad first. She grumbled, but stopped tugging.

I went over to Dad and Mom. I brushed my fingers lightly against their intertwined hands to ask my question. Do I have any classes with you?

Dad leaned down and pressed his lips to my hair before answering. "Your mother and I have every class together," –I felt him squeeze her hand – "and you have five of seven with us."

You got as many as possible to keep an eye on your naughty daughter, right? I asked sarcastically, but they knew I was pleased; it saturated my every thought.

"Of course!" Mom's laugh tinkled prettily through the cool air, "and in the two we can't supervise you in we made sure to put someone with you!"

"Me! Now come on!" I heard Alice chirp from behind me.

I laughed, pecked Mom on the check, then let Alice pull me away.

Rosalie's POV

I squeezed Em's hand as we stepped through the gym door. I knew how much he hated gym.

"Don't worry, baby. It'll be over fast. It's only an hour long." I tried to soothe him, knowing it wouldn't do much, but every bit helped.

He sighed, squeezed my hand, then let go before going into the boy's changing room.

As I drifted towards the door of the girl's changing room, I heard a very displeasing exchange.

"Did you see him? He has P.E. with us!"

A squeal.

"I hope he's on my team."

"Me too! He's sooo fine!"

"Did you see his arms? Pure muscle!"

"I think I'll fake an almost-injury near him so he can save me!"

Giggles.

"I'm so asking him out!"

I managed to repress my growl, but the hiss got through. It was clear who they were talking about. And he was mine. I tried to comfort myself with saying they'd know that soon enough, but I knew I wouldn't be satisfied till I had made that crystal clear to them. My delight would be crushing their short-lived hopes and dreams in the most spectacular way possible. I knew I probably wouldn't get to be spectacular, so I would settle for subtle.

I stepped through the doorway and the room went silent. I smiled lightly to the occupants, slowly turning to look at each little group. I picked out who had been speaking, and when I looked at them, I bared more teeth than necessary. Their hearts sped up as their subconscious took in my hidden threat, and I nearly laughed out loud in my delight.

Emmett McCarty Cullen was mine.

Jasper's POV

I let Alice pull me along with her and Renesmee, not really minding. My love's emotions were getting to me. I had to remind myself that if I started bouncing like a schoolgirl – like Alice – Em and Edward would never stop going on about it.

To distract myself, I tried focusing on the emotions of the surrounding humans.

Oops, bad idea.

I had been ignoring them to the best of my ability before, and now I remembered why. First day with the new kids. People usually had three main emotions toward us: fear, awe, and lust. The lust was worse than usual. I assumed it was because of Bella and Nessie.

Rosalie was very beautiful, but she had an air – a 'you-don't-deserve-to-even-know-my-name' air. Needless to say, not many people like feeling like less than scum.

And when it came to the reason of my existence, she was a bubbly person. Always so hopeful and happy. Which was, of course, one of the many reasons I loved her. But not everyone liked bubbly.

Bella and Renesmee, however, were ideal to many people in many ways. They were both exquisite, calm, and had friendly demeanors. I was glad I didn't have many classes with them. If I had to endure more lust than what was bombarding me now as I slid into a seat in the back of the classroom, I would not be able to control myself.

Alice slid into the seat next to me, and Nessie was directly behind me. She reached out and brushed the back of my neck. The lust is almost tangible in here. Will you be okay?

I reached my hand back and she dropped hers into it. I turned so that I could meet her gaze. Before I went back to the teacher that had just entered, I smiled and squeezed her hand to reassure her.

As we all settled in for the next hour, I tested Mr. Jackman's mood. It wasn't promising. Feeling pity on the humans, and hoping it would help with the lust, I sent a wave of calm through the whole classroom. I sighed with relief as the lust subsided slightly, and prepared my mind for the next eight hours of mind-dulling class.

Edward's POV

I gripped Bella's hand tighter and pulled her back before she stepped into the classroom. She responded and reached up to brush her lips against mine. I wondered sometimes if she could read my mind… I pushed the thought away and went back to the kiss.

Edward.

I stopped kissing Bella abruptly, instead training my mind on Alice's thoughts.

If you two would kindly stop kissing so that you don't get a detention. Or were you doing something else? All I know is you two will be in detention if you keep doing whatever you were doing.

I sighed, quickly brushing my lips to my love's one last time and led her into the classroom.

Sweet! We got hotty in our class!

I bit back a growl at the thoughts and Bella squeezed my hand.

If I could get my hands on her…

Who's that sucker next to her?

Is that her boyfriend? Him? Man, she could do way better with me!

Hey, it's my new girlfriend.

The last thought pulled me up short. Not only because it was the most insulting, but because I recognized that thinking pattern. I snarled quietly when my suspicion was confirmed.

A Newton. Of course. And this one was a very close replica of Mike Newton.

Bella followed my gaze. A laugh escaped her lips and it reached me mentally as well as out loud, so I knew she had lifted her shield.

Jealous?

I spoke low and fast, checking the surrounding minds to see if they heard me. They didn't, of course, but better safe than sorry.

"Of course I am. This boy's great grandfather tried to steal you from me. This one will try too."

And what about me? I don't need to read minds to see that most of these girls want you. Especially that one. She directed her gaze at a short girl with flame-red curls.

I barely glanced over before replying. "Yes, she does. It's quite vulgar. But I don't even see her. I only have eyes for you. No one else." I brought her hand to my lips and kissed it softly. "Now, guess who she's related to."

Bella gave our subject a once over, evaluating, comparing, then seeing similarities.

Jessica Stanley?

"Yes."

Figures. Did she marry Mike Newton?

"I'm not sure. I'll tell you as soon as I find out."

And, with that, I kissed her hand once more, and pretended to train my attention on the trigonometry teacher, even though it stayed right where it had been trained before: on Bella.

Ten minutes before our last class (Spanish. Ugh.) ended, I surreptitiously started gathering my things together: the teacher would be letting us out early. He'd forgotten to eat breakfast, due to sleeping in, and he hadn't been able to eat lunch either.

Bella and Renesmee noticed my preparations, and joined me.

It had been planned beforehand that I be the one to go to the office at the end of the day, and Bella and Renesmee were planning to come with me.

So, two minutes and thirty-four seconds later, when Mr. Marshall uttered the words, "Class dismissed," and released us from our collective hell, we made our way to the office.

As we had slipped out of our seats fluidly, the pathetic human boys all groaned inwardly. The most amusing was this most recent Newton boy's. He had been so preoccupied watching my wife and daughter that he hadn't even noticed them getting ready to leave. Quite unobservant. Even worse than his infuriating ancestor.

That reminded me; I searched the minds on the campus for Jessica's great granddaughter. She was hard to miss, what with the vulgar thoughts still spewing from her. I cringed away from them seeing if I could find her family line. After a moment of browsing I leaned down to Bella and told her the results of my find.

"No, love, they didn't marry. Jessica married someone named Jude Brockel. Their daughter, in turn, married a Bobby Senderson, and moved to Chicago. They had five children, including a son named Danny, who moved back here to live with his grandma and grandpa in their old age. He ended up marrying someone from the Quileute reservation – Sam and Emily's great niece, actually. They a girl and twin boys. One of the twin boys, Robert Ellis Senderson, married Angie Tripum, and they had an only child. Her name is Kara Flora-Lea Senderson. She has blaze-red curls, is quite short, and all she thinks and talks about is boys and shopping for clothes that boys will think are pretty on her. Are you satisfied with my finds?"

"Wow. Impressive. Do you want some reward for delving into the mind of Kara Flora-Lea Senderson?" She winked at me.

"Well, do I get my rewa–" I was interrupted mid-sentence by Alice screaming at me in her mind.

Edward! There are other vampires here! Two of them! I saw them meeting us in less than three minutes in the parking lot. I have no clue if they're hostile, and I don't know if they're vegetarians.

She showed me the vision that had alerted her to all this. Before it was over, I was running towards the parking lot as fast as I could at human speed.

She was talking to two vampires – a man and a woman – with their backs turned towards me. Rose and Emmett were across the campus, just turning a corner. Bella, Nessie and I were nowhere to be seen. I assumed we were in the office. Jasper was also a distance away, but walking quickly towards the visitors and his wife.

As the vision progressed, I saw the male whip his head towards a young human girl that had just walked by, fill his nostrils with the scent, and lunge for her neck.

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